coup d'état

last night there was a coup d'état in my (upper) gastrointestinal tract. i hold panir i didn't eat, and a uterus in Vancouver, at least partially responsible. but this is beside the point.

the point is that the last time i experienced such distress i ended up bed-ridden on a day of arbitrary importance, watching and writing about Volver. this time, however, i was able to abstain from the insomnia and vomiting, convalescing with ginger ale, brown rice, and a heating pad. i was asleep before 1am, and upon waking a new theory of the crime emerged. it now appears the real culprit is the letting go in my mind, manifesting in the knotting of my stomach...